High on the bluffs of Torrey Pines, in the golden glitter of a sun setting over the wide Pacific, stands a luxurious retreat called simply "THe Lodge". It house an elegant restaurant where the tables look out over the green of TOrrey Pines Gold Course and the far expanse of ocean. They have bustling, intelligent waiters and a grand wine list, first-rate entrees, and a beautiful ambience in which BBW and I dined last night in celebration of thirty-three years of marriage. We were all self-congratulatory and happy and full of warm affections. It was a really fine evening.

We went home afterwards, retired full and happy, and slept until morning, when we went back to work.

High above the might Portneuf River is a bluff, and on that bluff is a 1.27x10-23 eating and drinking establishment. It is called the "Idaho Legion Hovel" and it is decked out in Current American Eclectism as ambience. Apart from the tractors up blocks and the occasional howitzer or worsxe it has all of the ambience anyone could reasonably ask for.

There is a deck outside which overlooks the rail yards and which has more or less passed the city safety code. To sit out there and partake of "Cosi" Parkers fine meals of grits, kraut, pickled eggs, winter kimchee and brats a meal not to be forgotten. Diesel fumes from the UP yards below enhance the experience with their subtle perfume and a protective barrier of bullet-proof glass insures the safety of the diners.

People often go there to discuss pending divorces, relationship breakups, income tax audits, and similar matter of import and watch the sun set behind the landfill.

I'm thinking of starting a Mothers of all BS threads #2, because I think this one is getting overloaded and top heavy, kind of like the Roman Empire in its last few hundred years.

It will also give you folks more scope to express yourselves. Think of the wonderfully refreshing feeling of all that BRAND NEW SPACE to BS in!!! The delight of a fresh, blank page upon which to type out your glorious thoughts! Ahhh.......

One post will only take up a tiny bit of the vast virgin land that will lie before us on the MOABS thread # 2. Think of it. It's absolutely intoxicating, like discovering a whole new world. Who will be the first bold adventurer to land on those untrodden shores?

I wish everyone a Happy and Glorious Easter! Enjoy the rebirth of the Earth and the arrival of Spring's glorious floral display, the birth of the baby birds and animals, and the all wonders of God's creation!

Look to the past, Oh Smallish Raptor, and see the vast number of other threads called "The ________ of All BS Threads" that have fallen away. The burden is not heavy, the yoke is not great -- Mom can bear it (and so can the servers).

I can't understand why you aren't all panting at the chance of posting on a brand new MOABS thread instead of returning daily to this overloaded and constipated exercise in sesquipedalian excess and verbal/intellectual redundancy. Could it be that like the proverbial pig, you've been eating from the same trough for so long that the possibility of change doesn't even seem possible?

And could that be why you guys down in the USA are still voting for the Democrats and Republicans too? ;-D

Thou hast been warned. Follow thy heart and be true to Mom, for should thou stray thou wouldst be struck by the back of her hand and cast into Utter Despondency; moreover, thou wouldst be sent to thy trundle cot without e'en a bowl of bread amd milk for thy evening sustenance.

Oh, Little Hawk, your foolish vanity has once again given birth to profound folly and unmoored mental highjinks of no merit. You should know by know, I think, that the most you ever call up in perusing our sainted Mother, is one page of posts with a huge mess of hyperlinks at the top of it. The burden you think you see in the glorious history of our Mom is imaginary, and no grounds for even the most addle-pated concern.

It is a glorious Easter Sunday morning in Southern California, the faint traces of sea mist having been lifted into theblue by a warming sun. In our neighborhood, every tree is alive with birdsong, and the air is warm and golden in morning light. If one had to rise from the dead, rather than the more sensible path of simply moving on to some other life, this would be the day to do it. If one wished, alternatively, to start an uprising against the crass oppressive mercantile imperialism of the British, this would also be just the day. Suppose one wanted, as an alternative, to set out walking down a handy road, intent only on keeping on going on until some fine and magic entanglement befell? This, indeed, would be just the morning for such an adventure. In all things kind to life, today is a day for starting up, heading out, kicking in and going forth.

It's quite lovely here, a fine day, and I'm not looking at the roots of the grass. But I must admit that when I arose this morning I really needed that coffee -- I felt like I'd been dead for three days.

Well Amos and Gary, it may be sunny and calm or snowy and muffled for raising the dead where you are, but here we are waking the dead with the din of the thunder and lightning.

I wanted the yard to get some rain, I need to finish weeding, but now I'll have to wait several days for it to dry enough to work in. [slaps forehead] Hope for a *little* rain, Get the dictionary definition of "gully washer." If the book has a photo, it's of the standing water in my back yard.

Amos - "today is a day for starting up, heading out, kicking in and going forth."

Yes! And for posting on a brand new MOABS thread instead of hanging around on this old one. ;-)

Instead, what do I see here? I see a bunch of stubborn old scribes and pharisees clinging tenaciously to their ancient, ossified habits and rules of order, bitterly and jealously defending long established traditions, resisting any form of innovation, change or deviation from their rote habits and daily rituals! Fools, I say! The world changes constantly, yet you insist on remaining the same.

And so has it ever been! 99% of the people on this Earth would rather do for the 100,000th time exactly what they have always done in the past. The mere suggestion of change disturbs them! Why...if anyone were to press the point, he might end up being arrested, accused of blasphemy, and then crucified like a common criminal. ;-D

Oh, that's the "Mither" thread you're speaking of, Stilly. Well, I refreshed it, yes, but what I am suggesting is a whole new Mother of all BS threads thread...number 2, that is. I haven't launched it as yet.

Seriously, you of all people should understand that the MOAB is the Mother of ALL BS, and BS IS ALWAYS NEW!!!

Always.

You could go back to the first page of this thread and be completely delighted with the freshness and newness of each post.

We are not the scullions of dishwater you take us for, sirrah, and it reflects really poorly on your powers of discrimination that you choose tyo erect so puerile and groundless an array of accusations against your very siblings.

Shame can't light a bulb with a switch, Amos. I'm not worried about him burning ANYTHING when he can't even light a cigarette -- he's the only person in the world addicted to smoking filters and even then he has to get someone else to light them. He once "lit a fire" when he was about 16 years old and it frightened him so much that he ran away from it -- it was his own and he succeeded. He'd heard that song by the and thought he'd roast some marshmallows.

Yes! This long-suppressed thread has finally found its proper place in the Pantheon of Allmighty BS, and is the ultimate and crowning expression of the concept. It predates all other efforts of its kind, including (obviously) the well-known Mother of all BS threads.

Granny has arrived!

Feel free to post all sorts of meaningless drivel, solypsistic ramblings, and other pointless excess of that sort upon these hallowed pages. Knock yourselves out.

Little Hawk has shown his true colors, and they are food-coloring and cheap vinyl to the core. This is the latest in his mismatched ventures into shallow self-glorification, egoistical flag-waving and spurious triviality as a life-long commitment. He brings a sense of disgust and a shadow of insulted didain to the sacred halls of MOAB and has revealed himself as a communist spy and six kinds of turncoat, a cheap fly-by-night whose keyboard will lie down for anyone's shekel, if only they will applaud afterwards. I say fie, fie.

Ach, Leedle Hack, you are in no position to talk karma after what you have done to your own mother!! Banned you should be!! Such trash from that mouth of yours, I can't believe you'd talk to your own mudder with it! Oy, such a good fambly for you to turn out so rotten, you schlemiel. Why can't you be like khandu? Or at least get a good job like your twin brother Butthead? Him, a mother can be proud of. You, you schmuch, can just stay in the basement and play mit your dinglicheit, and make up such gobbage about your Mom you should be ashamed of!! Better you had been born a ditch digger!!

Wha' hoppen'd? MOAB hath surely swallowed up the bogus "goab", digested her and hath shat her into the dungheap from which she was spawned! I am agog! My head doth truly spin like the proverbial pair of frilly purple panties! I am drunk with glee!! Haw! and again I say "Haw!".

What utter silliness. ;-) What amazes me is that you people seem to take your "Mother" seriously, when all she is is a digital construct welded together out of your respective delusions of your own grandeur...or your excess of free time...it's a bit hard to say which is predominant.

Amos has obviously bribed or otherwise influenced one of the moderators to combine the Grandmother of all BS Threads into this one. A cheap trick. A shoddy maneuver. One that would be taken only by the terminally insecure and hidebound sort of mentality...but...(shrug)...do I really care?

Well, I would if it mattered. But it doesn't.

In any case, I consider Granny to be in charge around here, regardless of what you silly people say about it. Your puffery and your grandiose threats mean nothing to me. Granny Dom rules this roost.